This poem was inspired by my take on the great Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter. Written from Hester Pryne's point of view and written to Dimmesdale.
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A trail of breadcrumbs led me back here...
Ones too tempting to turn down...
Now satiated, here I stand...
Treading the land, of your home town.
It's been long and time has aged you...
Yet, your presence calls me still...
Do you tell your children, stories of me...
Inside your house upon the hill?
Your wife is sweet, and beautiful...
Full, of all that is good and right...
And I hope she never comes to learn...
Of those, you buried in at night.
I wonder, whose doors you now darken...
Upon whom, affections you bestow...
Under the dark covers of dishonesty..
What brand of passion, do you now grow?
I wave goodbye, to your sad existence...
As I turn, I beg you to stay there...
To see the treasures that lay before you
And to finally give them...their due care.